Disclaimer:

I do not own Klonoa or any other of his game and manga series' characters; they belong to their respective. Also, I have rewritten Chapters 1 and 2 and added more detail, reread and rate if you have the time. This chapter's purpose is for the detailing of a lot of things and the mayhem part I stated weeks back has been moved around the next chapter or so.

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A NEW LIFE

--CHAPTER 3 – WE REMINISCE--

Yet another awkward situation in an awkward life-changing day, yes, all has been way too much for a young cabbit to acknowledge in such short time but learning to accept a quick turn of events is a part of any Dream Traveler's life. So Klonoa found out he has a brother and now they're staring at each other for the first time in their young lives.

Speechless and mouths slightly opened they blanked at each other. When the last chapter said that the father broke the silence, it meant there was a long inhalation of breaths after what he said. Then there was silence to rule once more. Golden yellow and blood red eyes were glued to each other for what seemed like an eternity.

There was one short word that came from Klonoa that almost sounded like a whisper, a rival of one adult cockroach rubbing its legs. "Hi…"

At least it was picked up by the other one's large ears. He replied in the same manner only much straighter, less forced out and less nervous. "Hi."

Klonoa blinked and the split second his vision was regained Sorrow was no longer where he stood. Fear crept inside Klonoa once again; it's a strange world he has entered. A voice in another direction startled him.

"I have homework to do." The voice came from the hexadecimal elevation device.

Startled, Klonoa flung to that direction, his brother was standing right there, looking at their father before the platform he stood at suddenly levitated up with some kind of engine sound, it reached the second floor before any more words could be spoken. How's that for a first expression?

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The second floor was like a broad hallway, plants adorned the sides. Eight doors were evenly spaced, some locked. Three on the north wall and the same for the South, one on the East side and the last on it's opposite. It was done in a way so that a door would straightly front at another.

With a sigh he turned the key that was just given to him by his father earlier downstairs on the key hole. A click was heard and then he turned the knob, pulling the key from the door then entering his new room for the first time. The quick elevation earlier was quite thrilling, the room was the same for him the moment he switched on the lights, his dad must have planned this. It held the basic necessities, much like his old room only tiled, undecorated and cemented, the placing were strangely enough from the cabinets to the drawers, all the same only the window in front of the bed was the sliding kind, reminded him a bit of home… his old one. Sorrow filled him once more, the distractions provided by just about what everything that happened that day had come and went. Sleep. Although there were still bits of sun, it's the one thing he wanted to do. He walked back to face the door, three steps to do it so he could pull it close and lock it, he didn't want to be disturbed one bit.

So he reached for the door knob but before he could act on his plan something took his attention. The room door in front of him, although a bit of distance away on the other side of the second floor was noticed to be opened just a wee bit by his eyes. The door's design was exactly similar to Klonoa's room door but there was a cute cloud-shaped name plate with the capital letters HYU and a smiley inscribed on it nailed on the upper half of the door. A red eye peeked out of the slight opening, staring at him before the door was suddenly banged shut. The sound it made echoed throughout the area.

Klonoa felt uneasy towards that sudden gesture. He finally closed the door and slowly walked his way to his bed. He sat on the bedside and he began to think. "This world's not half bad…" Yes, think positive, hi grandfather wouldn't want him to just stay down in something much worse than a dump right? (One of the most clichéd lines added with a few of my words.) This added a bit of excitement and distraction to his young being again. Sol-City was it? He thought it was rather strange name for anything but definitely an amazing place. All the tall structures and the weird people, he was just there for less than a day and already he found a trio of weirdoes. A lot of places to explore, although there was a strange unnatural scent in the air around the place it would make up for the irreplaceable forests around his last residence… the countless greens by the terrifying blue… green? That word reminded him of his newly acquainted family member that was also color-schemed green.

Somehow he knew it, Hyu? That's probably what they call him. It was obvious to the cabbit that his brother was the owner of the possibly identical room on the other side. So why does he feel that there's a ridiculously thick line between them that rivaled the span of an ocean? Klonoa scratched his temples as he thought 'Just what do they have in common?' Though Klonoa can be considered 'innocent' he has been thought by the village head how genes work, while leaving some of the more intimate details the cabbit only understood the more simpler words. Babies come out as the combination of the parents features like a mother's eyes, father's attitude... he nodded in disagreement vigorously as he nudged that though off. Now what about Hyuponia? No, that won't work. He decided to just refer to him as Hyu from now on like what the door suggested.

His mom was as white as the fresh fallen snow, having pinkish outlines and highlights; his dad was as dark as the midnight sky which is probably why his fur ended up that way and at the same time inheriting his mother's ears which majority of the elderly had a habit of fondling. Now what about his brother? Hyu, just like him had white in his body, like his… their father they had the same ear type; they didn't have fluffy clouds for furry ends. He seemed at first opinion to be rather introvert personified. And once again like their father, Hyu appeared to have the capability of suddenly disappearing and appearing out of nowhere.

Four consecutive knocks on the door stopped his line of thought, before he could ask anything the door suddenly opened. He forgot to lock the door. Carrying Klonoa's bag his father entered the door before gently dropping it on the floor by the bed. He sat beside his son with a thud causing a slight disturbance on the bed and Klonoa's inertia.

"So, what do you think about the place?" he asked his son in an attempt to 'break the ice'.

Awkwardness surrounded the two, in a state of a total blank mind Klonoa just turned his head to look in the opposite direction of where his father was. "…"

A few moments passed and more words were said. "Well you'll get used to it." And the father stood up and quickly made his way back to the door but then he stopped and looked back while he stated a few words in a brief manner. "Oh and son, Phantomile was in danger when we left earlier so you see… I'll be dragged back there sometime tomorrow." That got Klonoa's attention. "Anything you want me to take back from there?" He added.

Was there anything? His thoughts wandered off as he took notice of his surroundings. "Just about everything in my room I guess like my clothes. Some photo frames on the fireplace and those thingamajigs lying around the house." He paused as he thought more and noticed that what he said was an indirect approach on just about everything in the house, at least they were conversing. "Was that too much?" he asked back.

He replied "Oh no, it's just… enough." They both chuckled briefly before silence surrounded them. "Well, I'm going now. Oh and also…" There was a bit of suspense in Klonoa's eyes from that added statement. "Just want to tell you that I'll be…"

"Be what?" the child asked.

"I'll be relocating your grandpa's grave to our estate, as well as your mother's." It made an impact inside Klonoa's mind. He hasn't been visiting his mother's grave for a while and his grandpa's was in broken condition.

"Well, I have to put some positive ideas in your brother, brighten his mood towards you. Get some sleep but don't forget to change from that suit of yours, it makes you smell like you haven't bathe in weeks. G'night!" He slammed the door shut. That's another thing his dad and his brother had in common. And he was still wearing that suit, maybe he mistook his unstable emotions for causing the uneasy itch around his body.

He stood up and thought more about his dad, all those negativity before had turned to positive comments though again he wouldn't admit them out loud, it's a start. This is a very strange and memorable day indeed, from his new home to his father's plans a lot of other things entered him, he'll be missing Breezegale a lot more than he thought but moving on is a part of life.

He paused as he found himself partially undressed, he didn't even notice that. His bag was wide open, clothes and thingamajigs identified as the cabbit's stuff scattered on the floor. Rubber shoes neatly placed by the side of the bed, it's silly that he wore that with the clashing suit throughout his mourning. His hat was hanging on the nearest bedpost and he was only sporting his red shorts, the matching leash was somewhere on the ground. He'll have to fix his stuff into place sooner or later, maybe tomorrow.

By then the sun was no more, the outside was tranquil dark, and he walked nearer his new bedroom window and placed his padded paw on the glass and taking notice of the window's build he pulled it to the left realizing that it would slide open that way but it didn't. It was locked so he used his other hand to twist the contraption free. He peeked out and stared at the sky. Not one star was present that night, he couldn't even outline any clouds that might be responsible for covering them, he didn't realized that it was the lights and smokes of the city that shrouded the cosmos. The window thing reminded him, he should lock the door. He took a deep breath of the outside air before sliding it back to it's earlier position and he walked nearer to his door, pressing the noticeable button on the doorknob. A click sound was heard and he reached in for the light switches. All was turned off and into bed he went.

It was plain, no blankets or whatever, just a futon for his furry head. "Thank you… dad…"

He drowsed off to sleep moments later. Forgetting some facts and being oblivious to his future. He, an orphaned boy today, tomorrow the next Dream Traveller.

TO BE CONTINUED

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So… the next chapter will have a bit of humor and more awkwardness and I might be able to add that sibling rivalry part… Reviews? I like reviews.